It doesn't take too long, when you're streaming Chicago on Spotify-like playlists, to stumble into Air Supply. This brief post was sparked when that happened to me yesterday.
So many mixed reactions. The strongest are the polar conflict - "Do I skip this song?", or "Do I belt it out at the top of my lungs??". Yesterday I chose the latter. "I'M ALL OUT OF LOVE! I'M SO LOST WITHOUT YOU! I KNOW YOU WERE RIGHT, BELIEVING FOR SO LONG!"
I'm pretty sure Air Supply was the genesis of the term "guilty pleasure". (Note to self - Genesis would be a great band for a future 24 hour obsession. Note to others - my Air Supply obsession lasted much less than 24 hours, but I will admit to about 24 minutes of... OK, pure bliss (which Paige benefited from on the way home from Church this morning)).
If you're over 40, go ahead and admit that - while you believe Air Supply might be the sappiest music you've ever heard - you, like me, could still sing along to 5 or 6 of their songs even if you haven't heard them for 35 years or more. And you'd like it.
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